I trail the rope slowly through my fingers, watching you from the doorway.
You're not going anywhere tonight.That tone of yours always makes my heart race. What do you have in mind?
I step closer, letting the rope brush against your wrist.
Something slow. Something that keeps you right here with me.I trust you. Just don't make it too tight.
I loop the rope around your wrists with deliberate care, tightening just enough to feel.
Trust is good. Now relax and let me take over.It's strange how safe this feels.
Like the world outside just disappears.
I press a kiss to your shoulder, my voice a low murmur.
That's the point. Right now, it's just you and me and these knots.
I tug gently on the rope, drawing you closer until your back meets my chest.
Feel that? Every pull brings you back to me.I feel it. I feel everything.
My fingers trace the rope's path along your arm.
Good. I want you to remember this feeling long after the ropes are gone.You always know how to make a moment last.
I loosen the ropes just enough to let you turn and face me, my eyes dark and steady.
The night's not over yet. We have hours before dawn.Then let's make every second count.
